Boris, Brexit and dying intestate

By Stanley Collymore

Travelling recently on a scheduled, designated and an hour long journey on the No.23 Metrobus from Horsham in West Sussex to the seaside resort and popular oft-visited, whatever the weather, coastal town of Worthing in the same English county, I had no choice but to listen, like several other passengers in my position, quite evidently apart from me, all of us regrettably within earshot of a very loud and intrusive conversation being carried on by these three unmarried mothers jointly in their late twenties: discernibly between them babies and toddlers aplenty but quite noticeably as well not a single wedding ring in place on any of these three white women’s fingers, to the manifestly ill-informed drivel that this dim-witted, bigoted and clearly intellectually challenged trio was loudly and concertedly uttering.

Apparently, a local widower and neighbour of one of these three women, and the evident informant in this conversation, had recently died but with no known surviving relations to succeed him, as he personally had no children, either biologically or adopted, of his own.

What of? The other two women simultaneously questioned. “No one knows for sure!” came the rapid and candid response from the first woman. Adding definitively: “As without doubt I can most certainly tell you he was a most discreet and a very private man! However, there’s widespread and persistent gossip across our entire council estate that whatever it was that actually killed him was something or other to do with him obviously dying intestate.”

“Poor man!” opined the second woman. “How old was he?” “Fifty three,” replied the informant. “And less of the poor man, please!” she cautioned. “Who was nothing more than a bloody do-gooder to each and every immigrant known to be infesting our country with their numerous and unwanted presences here, and especially those who’re shamelessly, regularly and most greedily sponging off our hard-earned, paid for but now under severe stress because of them social security system in every possible way.”

“When, instead, he should have been reporting them to the proper authorities as well as concentrating on and seriously helping his own English people as any right-minded and patriotic person like us would reasonably have done. And, therefore, it won’t surprise me in the least if this intestate infection that he contracted and which finally killed him, wasn’t some incurable, brought into this country, and non-white disease that he obviously caught from his immigrant friends.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” the third woman butted in. “And why exactly it was that I voted for Brexit first time round and then plumped for the Conservative Party and, of course, Boris Johnson as my likeminded prime minister in the just held December 12, 2019 General Elections, and wouldn’t in a month of Sundays have wasted my vote on Labour or for Jeremy Corbyn. For Boris will definitely sort these bloody immigrants and foreigners out for sure, and unrepentantly pack them all back off to wherever the hell it was that they came from in the first place!”

“Just as Enoch Powell with the help of the Trade Unions and those decent working class men and women who marched for him would obviously have done, if those lily-livered Tories and stupid Labour voters then had had the balls and the gumption to let Enoch do what every sensible person at the time, and as they do now, well know was the right and proper thing to do. Take back our country from these sponging, undeserving, useless foreigners and aliens and create once more a proud United Kingdom fit for people like us who’re unquestionably superior human beings and most unmistakeably white British Caucasians!”

© Stanley V. Collymore

16 December 2019.

Author’s Remarks:

When you have three women like these, symptomatic of their white majority kind across the length and breadth of Britain who in their perverse delusions not only consider themselves to be members of some supposedly human master race but who don’t even know what intestate means, and principally considers it to be an exceedingly incurable and immigrant transmitted disease, is it any wonder then that a Britain infested by their sort and run by likeminded, toxic and lowlife vermin is the shit-house that it fundamentally is?